The whole experience made me bang my head against my desk.  Jackson had a way of pushing every button I felt was off limits.  I never knew if he was doing it on purpose or not, but the way he continued to push, he had to know how I felt.  Even when I tried to avoid him, he seemed to pop up everywhere I went.  I didn’t know how he knew where I was, but it was unnerving.  The last straw was the night I found him inside my apartment with a key he had had  made.  Waiting for me. 


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